Love Poet: Neo-Latent
Putting
pennies on a railway line
got
a bigger thinner penny
molded
to the rail
made
a necklace I love you
an
ivory necklace so white
&
so white
your smile &
chimerical
grottoes
& pearl light ending the night
O
all your lures
of mind & matter
but nothing reward
as
your loose pile of flesh
so
modern & complex
on
along the stone is rolling
leaving phrases
flattened on the tar
macadam
at
this spot said I
am
(an
orange, falling
purple,
green & vivid black)
here
I said I
live
I
lie I
lay I
loll
tension: champagne
& cork
I
have no money
echoes
from the vault
the
stone rolls back
leave the sepulchre
come
to America
where
going each day to the
abominable
office of foxy & poxy...
statisticians
make a fortune
a
white cardboard sky
trimmed
perfectly to match the jagged horizon
made love in the
kitchen
a
metronome ticking
you
make up good stories
she
said
Dick Russell
(from Wolfprints)
Not the best way to memorialize Bruce Choppin who was "foxy" in the poem. I worked for Bruce when at IEA UNESCO in New York in the late 1960s. Bruce died some years later in "suspicious circumstances" in South America. Before that he was one of the few who visited me at Roughside in Northumberland.
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